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There
’
s
no
turning
back
,
Jessica
reminded
herself
.
But
nothing
in
all
her
Bene
Gesserit
training
came
into
her
mind
to
help
her
through
this
instant
.
What
is
it
?
Jessica
asked
herself
.
Liquor
?
A
drug
?
She
bent
over
the
spout
,
smelled
the
esthers
of
cinnamon
,
remembering
then
the
drunkenness
of
Duncan
Idaho
.
Spice
liquor
?
she
asked
herself
.
She
took
the
siphon
tube
in
her
mouth
,
pulled
up
only
the
most
minuscule
sip
.
It
tasted
of
the
spice
,
a
faint
bite
acrid
on
the
tongue
.
Chani
pressed
down
on
the
skin
bag
.
A
great
gulp
of
the
stuff
surged
into
Jessica
’
s
mouth
and
before
she
could
help
herself
,
she
swallowed
it
,
fighting
to
retain
her
calmness
and
dignity
.
“
To
accept
a
little
death
is
worse
than
death
itself
,
”
Chani
said
.
She
stared
at
Jessica
,
waiting
.
And
Jessica
stared
back
,
still
holding
the
spout
in
her
mouth
.
She
tasted
the
sack
’
s
contents
in
her
nostrils
,
in
the
roof
of
her
mouth
,
in
her
cheeks
,
in
her
eyes
—
a
biting
sweetness
,
now
.
Cool
.
Again
,
Chani
sent
the
liquid
gushing
into
Jessica
’
s
mouth
.
Delicate
.
Jessica
studied
Chani
’
s
face
—
elfin
features
—
seeing
the
traces
of
Liet
-
Kynes
there
as
yet
unfixed
by
time
.
